Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
UT,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.